I am alone and inert showing no sign
Like an infant that has not yet smile
I am a stream of cream, the softness brine
ANd don't try to hurt me, there's no way to collide
Just call me Mo-Tzu or Zhunagzi
I'm a good traveller, I leave no track or trace
I drip sweet dew, beautiful words are not true
The tender and the weak together at a snail's pace
Empty like a bawl, humaneness' clue
Just call me Mo-Tzu or Zhunagzi
Dwelling in the fruit from Fludir red and juicy
Hanging out amoung slugs, aphids and mosquitoes
Cooking a small fish's like a jubillee
Tranquillity mixed with afternoon blows
Just call me Mo-Tzu or Zhunagzi
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